章 347: Familiar Voices

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"N-no! It's him! It is himm!" Claire screeched, terror dripping from her mind as she clutched her head in madness. The influx of memories was so vivid, it was as if they were reliving the terror from that day. While the others weren't aware of the reasoning behind the bloodied shrieks, Apollo was.

Wisps of dark energy circled their heads as Apollo gazed directly into the despair. Images of their fears were laced into the forming cloud, allowing Apollo to glimpse into their view of things.

He bore witness to his abnormal demon form, different from the Iraym form. An odd feeling engulfed Apollo, feeling both foreign as well as familiar. At first, he thought to ask Fuhrer for answers, but Apollo noticed something odd—his surroundings morphed into pure darkness.